New-York tribune., 1887-05-15

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like to take this mousse oil my hands ne mas Done SO
ifty times; and shall turn everything into ready
money l shall lose no time, for don anpS9vo W u
long engagements. As to you my dear. MT west
brook dear me, how awkward, ana vet NOW eA
tremey natua al il seems to say Jonn docs not
make the faintcst ausion to yonr living WIN US
he thinks newly married people, dare say are pest
alone. so sba try to leave You comfortably tuated
with your cousin Emily. Dear, dear me sa,a ia
Miss Norton rising, nave huh.iien n te h;s
think OF. John will meet me- and take me 10 MS
cOnsins; | am to stay with Mrs. FAIRFAX snoIe 1 u
time and be married from there; ana ne " III W po
NV answer. must put on my things at once
want to know when the next mai goes; goes oGr. "ior
think" Miss Luciila added with something sineu "
uIarIv like smper, she pau sed for inoneot, 10
arrange the straw-cOlored ringets at tue e,aSs
that really oug Mt not to be married IN anything
but white; AIN far too younglooKlng'
PERPLEXITY.
aEood heavens. trust it's not my head" !" said
John Westbrook apitatedly, as he paced up ana
down his room, holding perfumed Iose-p,nk saeet
for tbe tiftieth time " Heavens what idiots men
are y he calculated. as bis eyes iell on tno ss" t
ture-" Your Birdie" 10 nave eVerytnhS VIZ mi.nn ~.
o e's grasp one most desires. an then 10 pee'n "
Mr. Westbrook began 10 walk up and down the
room again he was evidently much perturOeu
tbonob now and then he appeared TO fall into
revcrie. " How lovely she looked, tDat Gay among
the roses !" he suddenly burst iorth, taxing up to
nv heart but that. apparently, made no diherence
ANY shy sweet little darllngl knew she unueI
stood me; she gave me ittle h,po lnat uay I ,o W.
think INV dreams have come true at last! Its 700
good TO be true To think she's actually coming
out to me to be my very own; that I've only "
wait. can't realize 1t lts TOO innch nappneSs D ~
damn anywhere in the walls he added an oddy
pertur6ed look--at least. for an accepted loyeLL
yretches they are ; have suffered so much IRON
the whole of them especially PLUMBERS. ~ can
be dream she did really write al! that Tie
,,pened the pink note again and sat down aJ
table propping his head on his hands
"Mr Puddicombc Oh all right! Yes sald
Mr. Westbrook hastily as his medit % tatlons were ire
added somewhat bitterly, as he was lelt atoue
again as Sure to be Puddicombc just because ye
been keeping ont of his way know he's the only
soul can speak to- and Pm AFRAID to- lace nun. ~
| had had a sister! but no, conilnt nave shown
1t to her. My dear little Lpcy! MY shy niue M
dar;ngl There must be something amlss with my
brain, | think. / hone it's not over~orK IEe
heard of surh cases I'll ASK Puddcombe" saia
the voEng man. clappng his nat on MS neaa VIII ',
something vo-y like an AIR of fespcrlt ton. " III my
brains failing me, at least III know It, IA sho"
him the letter." hr
later; il was the voice of his patient-hr. PudIl-
| combe was an elderly gentleman of stout ami run,
! cund aspect. aud lie had been eyeinR ms mealcal
attendant with curiosity for some minutes vou
! have somethIng to toll me. / have seem LOT the
| last quarter OF an hour, that YOU nave sOmelhihg
| to tell me AMI you don't like to DO H. =. -,
brooT with a guilty start. he had been avoiding
personalities in the most cowarily manner ana ne
! had no idea that his unquiet had been ulVlDeh'
| "Wel. sou are right | should liAe TO tell you
something. But you'll let it be IN the Strictest con
fdence | cOuldu't ask even Fairfax .
! John-I call You John, you know, sometimes
| il was your fatber's name. and We were iricnds.
said Mr.. Puddicombe impress' veiy you are IN
trouble of some kind. You ead better trust me-
| Tell me all everything about it,, m
al q In ,roubei Oh, no, not at all! The very oppo-
site I'm the happiest man IN the world. l really
should like you to know it, Mr.. PuddlcomOe; ana
ainodeedW p returned bis interrosator blsnkly :;
he had taken great interest ~ Inc young man
! and the news certainly sudden. " Ana VINO :
! the lady The sweetest creature In the world OF
course"
| aJust what she is Exactly what she is. When
left England left, as you saw the sweetest e,t ~
in the world behind; hadn't ventured to speak to
her while nv prospects were poor; but We
| understood one another. l thinS. must te You
| of what was going on indeed, it was this aunt.
| Miss Morton-an awful'y kind old lady, though
little cranky abOut cats and parrotsIwho tod IN me
| that If | wrote and Lucy said yes. she was quite
ready to consent that Lucy should come out 10 me
| Mr. Puddico mbe," CALCULATED tine lover, IN SUD
den t of ecstacy seiZing his elderly friends hand ~
| a cordal-too cordial grip 81 have written
have had the answer: Tvs the oesI news III the
| word" . . 4.
Won; and what's the troube then Z asked tb(
patient trihe less sympathetically. nursing MS III
It's the letter; it's that that puzzles me- Either
my brains going or Lucy's strangely-changed;
can't understand it" said Johu West0ro0k, GRIM
sonng from throat to brow. left dear shy giri,
almost child in some of her ways-and it seems t.
me incomprehensIble. Pll read 1t to you that rs
some of it, he added, eolorlng again guiitlly
" and for heavens sake tell ne the truth about my
brain ; know you will. Sometimes think my
heads not right.
@sMy dear darling Precious he did not rea'
that aloud. Sweet Lucy 1t would be desecratior
to disclose such innocent affection. 80 have beer
locking for the declaration you limited at every
day since you left, and (shail own II u thought !
very long in coming hut am not going TO reproacl
| Won; couldn't be so cruel No. my dearest Johp
let me rather assure you fondly that reclprocat'
every ardent expression OF aiIecuon contanea II !,
YOU; don't approve at all OF. long engagements
When young people understand each other,
| always think the sooner thew are settled the bet
ter'D he passed over that. "'You were my cholc
from the first, my own Poppet-r he laid tn
letter down, took out bis handkerchiei TO wipe III
forehead. and gazed blankly at the twinkling eye
taDont like to read 1t to me, after ALL. What's i
aPoppets p repeated Mr.. Westbrook, with
} CLEAN OF extreme Joy " DO you consder-do yo'
think, MIR. Puddcombee-that poppet is a usual
aWhy, of course, Of course. my dear boy; an
| amount of them. But leave the poppets out, If yo
. want TO; Pm bachelor and 'hey m'sn'n' edii!
me-"
al will not try to hide from you darling. that
have had other admirers; but bring to you a VII
gin Heart. About the hpuse,"-Oh, here II is| sal
John feebly-'It is such worry 10 me- John dear
, that cannot be on the spot TO see to everythln
a myself; know men are never half careful enoug
4 about dranage-and what can expect from ma
! in love But do be sure, darling, you get el
) fecty new house and see that you have the choc
: of papers yourself Don't let the paperhanger,
! | apy account, persuade you to get them from hin
You will scarcely believe it, but assure you tha
, some one was telling me, only the other day, oil
friend of hers who saved one pound six throug
Q getting them from the manufacturers. And thcr
|, IS another thing makes me very anxious; don't le
. | the wcrkmen waste their time, dearest kno
what set of unprincipled beer-drinkipg wretcht
e they are-especialiy plumbers; If you had suhere
: as have from them yop would feel indignant 9
q the very sight Of them. H. makes me quite low
spirited to think can't be there TO superintend
guzzling. idling things, know what they are, an
what have gone through with them. But sha
be truly happy-really quite easy In my mind
i you'll make me ope PROMISE love that you Will |
v firm in the matter of beer.
a GAnd do my dearest John, have green paper Il
n the dra wing roum a qht shade in the pack groun